Technically speaking, Kari didn't exclusively work for Grilka, or anything. Monogamy had never been part of their friendship, in any number of ways. But Grilka really didn't leave him in the need to take other jobs; his days of regular old mercenary work were over. Occasionally, a job would catch his ear and he'd dole out some more literally karmic justice of his own liking, but it wasn't common in the least. Like a trophy wife--or a trophy assassin, in this case--he was a comfortably kept man. He spent most of his new free time working his way through the seven deadly sins, which suited him better than mercenary work ever had.
Still. He did keep his ear to the ground. Not all his connections were laced through Grilka--although he supposed, by merit of being connected to him, they kind of were now--and he loved being able to present em with a useful tidbit. Ey knew all his favorite rewards.
Surprisingly, it had been a semi-legitimate job that caught his eye, this time. A personal contract, although just from the feel of it, he could tell it was probably sent out to a number of would-be bounty hunter types. The type, like him, who didn't really care how legitimate the bounty was. But it had been the customer--he always researched his clients, no matter how much they might prefer privacy--that had been really peculiar. Rasmodians didn't normally really involve themselves in that kind of thing, particularly not ones from the religious caste. He'd smelled a story, and got to digging. A good thing he had, too, or someone else might have snatched up the job first.
Well. Someone still might have. But that didn't really matter, now that he knew what was going on.
It had been Xotll, he thought, or maybe Ix--everyone did blur together a little when he'd had a lot to drink--who'd mentioned, in passing, Grilka's new friends. And he did mean new, not even a week on the station yet. They sure new how to make their friends well, and fast. Smart little bastards, probably, smarter than him. He just sort of tripped into things, like this. He was The Witness and not The Very Skilled And Intelligent Individual for a reason, honestly. He just saw things, that was all. Simple as.
Like right now, he just happened to see his technical mark sitting at the bar in Farendajo, nursing a remarkably complicated cocktail in the middle of the day cycle. Sitting in Kari's seat, too, and just as oblivious as Kari had been about what was going to swoop down on him. Kari did love a good ironic parallel. Not that he had anything on Grilka in the swooping department.
With the kind of quiet that people found unsettling after they realized he was wearing stiletto heels, Kari slid gracefully onto the stool directly next to the person he knew to be Leon Zanders, who was apparently smart enough to hang out in Farendajo and not wander around the station while he was still wanted under suspicious of Grand Theft Everything. Besides the stilettos, which he hooked under the stool, Kari was wearing little else besides a sleeveless hot pink mini-dress--a little ostentatious, maybe, but cute for the middle of the day, he thought. The way it flared out under the waist gave him the illusion of hips he didn't have, although the ass was no illusion. His hair was pulled back into loose ponytails, just in case he ran into Grilka and ey needed something to fiddle with that wasn't his dick.
"A strawberry mojito, please," he called out to Xotll despite the fact she was making someone else's drink. He'd gotten better at figuring out what was easy for her to make; her hands were more suited to muddling mint than cracking eggs. He glanced sidelong at the fizzing, quietly whistling drink of the man next to him. "Or maybe I should have just ordered what you're having."
Still. He did keep his ear to the ground. Not all his connections were laced through Grilka--although he supposed, by merit of being connected to him, they kind of were now--and he loved being able to present em with a useful tidbit. Ey knew all his favorite rewards.
Surprisingly, it had been a semi-legitimate job that caught his eye, this time. A personal contract, although just from the feel of it, he could tell it was probably sent out to a number of would-be bounty hunter types. The type, like him, who didn't really care how legitimate the bounty was. But it had been the customer--he always researched his clients, no matter how much they might prefer privacy--that had been really peculiar. Rasmodians didn't normally really involve themselves in that kind of thing, particularly not ones from the religious caste. He'd smelled a story, and got to digging. A good thing he had, too, or someone else might have snatched up the job first.
Well. Someone still might have. But that didn't really matter, now that he knew what was going on.
It had been Xotll, he thought, or maybe Ix--everyone did blur together a little when he'd had a lot to drink--who'd mentioned, in passing, Grilka's new friends. And he did mean new, not even a week on the station yet. They sure new how to make their friends well, and fast. Smart little bastards, probably, smarter than him. He just sort of tripped into things, like this. He was The Witness and not The Very Skilled And Intelligent Individual for a reason, honestly. He just saw things, that was all. Simple as.
Like right now, he just happened to see his technical mark sitting at the bar in Farendajo, nursing a remarkably complicated cocktail in the middle of the day cycle. Sitting in Kari's seat, too, and just as oblivious as Kari had been about what was going to swoop down on him. Kari did love a good ironic parallel. Not that he had anything on Grilka in the swooping department.
With the kind of quiet that people found unsettling after they realized he was wearing stiletto heels, Kari slid gracefully onto the stool directly next to the person he knew to be Leon Zanders, who was apparently smart enough to hang out in Farendajo and not wander around the station while he was still wanted under suspicious of Grand Theft Everything. Besides the stilettos, which he hooked under the stool, Kari was wearing little else besides a sleeveless hot pink mini-dress--a little ostentatious, maybe, but cute for the middle of the day, he thought. The way it flared out under the waist gave him the illusion of hips he didn't have, although the ass was no illusion. His hair was pulled back into loose ponytails, just in case he ran into Grilka and ey needed something to fiddle with that wasn't his dick.
"A strawberry mojito, please," he called out to Xotll despite the fact she was making someone else's drink. He'd gotten better at figuring out what was easy for her to make; her hands were more suited to muddling mint than cracking eggs. He glanced sidelong at the fizzing, quietly whistling drink of the man next to him. "Or maybe I should have just ordered what you're having."
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